Realize it’s been a week since previous posting. Much coming and going (nowhere): In the Métro, in the streets, in the newspapers, on the radio and television, everybody’s coming and going (nowhere), too.
A plane vanishes (nowhere).
Obama quotes the Koran: Keep your eyes on God and tell the truth.
What other truth than brilliant morning sun and then rain today? And now someone playing a fine woody clarinet.
It’s all marvelously inexplicable.
Come upon this quote in Le Monde:
Être poète, c’est avoir une existence en perpétuel mouvement, vivre à la fois une naissance et une négation permanentes. (To be a poet is to have an existence that is in perpetual motion, to live at the same time a constant birth and a constant negation.)
So it is.